Everyday is like sunday?

[BackstageInaDress]

Not for me thank God, sundays are really depressing. Anyone else find this? If so any idea why?! I can't think of a sunday (evening) when I haven't felt miserable/lonely/depressed. Whats it all about?! Or is it just me (and Morrissey?!)

 

[Dirty Sanchez]

Is that your pic on your profile?

 

[BackstageInaDress]

Re: Is that your pic on your profile?

erm...... yeah.

why?

 

[lost]

God, yes! Ever since I can remember Sundays have been the most miserable 'grey' and depressing days of the week for me for no apparent reason - the only one i can come up with being my agnostic Sunday non-worshiping! Him upstairs is making me feel shit for being a non-believer... but then if that was the case I guess I've been proved wrong somewhat..!

 

[L]

> God, yes! Ever since I can remember Sundays have been the most miserable
> 'grey' and depressing days of the week for me for no apparent reason - the
> only one i can come up with being my agnostic Sunday non-worshiping! Him
> upstairs is making me feel shit for being a non-believer... but then if
> that was the case I guess I've been proved wrong somewhat..!

i think it has more to do with the fact that we associate sunday with our school days and unfinished homework and the dred that comes with it ,well that's my interpretation anyway.

 

[BackstageInaDress]

> i think it has more to do with the fact that we associate sunday with our
> school days and unfinished homework and the dred that comes with it ,well
> that's my interpretation anyway.

The whole, "God-getting-you-back-for-not-worshipping" thing is a possible theory! If a little far-fetched! But I'm happy these days and most days I'm pretty cherpy, but sundays, I don't know I just feel a sinking feeling inside and all I can think is that I want it to be monday as I know I will feel normal again. And I always do! Its so strange! Is it a psychological thing??? Its been this way since I can Remember, I always have trouble sleeping too!

 

[lost]

> The whole, "God-getting-you-back-for-not-worshipping" thing is a
> possible theory! If a little far-fetched! But I'm happy these days and
> most days I'm pretty cherpy, but sundays, I don't know I just feel a
> sinking feeling inside and all I can think is that I want it to be monday
> as I know I will feel normal again. And I always do! Its so strange! Is it
> a psychological thing??? Its been this way since I can Remember, I always
> have trouble sleeping too!

Yep, same here! Just very f***ing wierd.

 

[BackstageInaDress]

> Yep, same here! Just very f***ing wierd.

Oh thank God its not just me! I thought I was just a weirdo (well maybe true). What do you do when you feel like this? Tonight I just had to go to the pub instead of sitting around in my prison cell stewing in it.

 

[Codreanu]

> Not for me thank God, sundays are really depressing. Anyone else find
> this? If so any idea why?! I can't think of a sunday (evening) when I
> haven't felt miserable/lonely/depressed. Whats it all about?! Or is it
> just me (and Morrissey?!)

I know exactly what you mean. There is something dismaying and grim about sunday. It is like that curious musty back-room in your great-grandmothers house with the bizarre earthen smell that you were afraid to be alone in as a child; you may be grown and others may be with you who appear unperturbed, nevertheless there is still a disturbing clamminess and an unwholesome reek, only fainter. Maybe it is significant that we always think of sunday as being the end of the week instead of the beginning which it is intended to signify --the stale end of the week. I know that this analogy makes little sense, but the feeling is ineffable and does not make much sense either.

 

[BackstageInaDress]

> I know exactly what you mean. There is something dismaying and grim about
> sunday. It is like that curious musty back-room in your great-grandmothers
> house with the bizarre earthen smell that you were afraid to be alone in
> as a child; you may be grown and others may be with you who appear
> unperturbed, nevertheless there is still a disturbing clamminess and an
> unwholesome reek, only fainter. Maybe it is significant that we always
> think of sunday as being the end of the week instead of the beginning
> which it is intended to signify --the stale end of the week. I know that
> this analogy makes little sense, but the feeling is ineffable and does not
> make much sense either.

That makes complete sense. The "end, not begining" aspect is likely. I sometimes think, "here comes another monday. Remind me, whats the point anyway?". Thank you for helping me try to get an understanding of this strange yet disturbingly real and recurring emotion.

 

[Codreanu]

> I know exactly what you mean. There is something dismaying and grim about
> sunday. It is like that curious musty back-room in your great-grandmothers
> house with the bizarre earthen smell that you were afraid to be alone in
> as a child; you may be grown and others may be with you who appear
> unperturbed, nevertheless there is still a disturbing clamminess and an
> unwholesome reek, only fainter. Maybe it is significant that we always
> think of sunday as being the end of the week instead of the beginning
> which it is intended to signify --the stale end of the week. I know that
> this analogy makes little sense, but the feeling is ineffable and does not
> make much sense either.

Another thing that I wished to convey by the above analogy, but neglected to do so, is how much like a memory is sunday...it seems more a memory of a day than an actual day. Something scaly and unpleasant that you do not wish to remember.

 

[Theo van Gogh Martyrs Brigade]

> I know exactly what you mean. There is something dismaying and grim about
> sunday. It is like that curious musty back-room in your great-grandmothers
> house with the bizarre earthen smell that you were afraid to be alone in
> as a child; you may be grown and others may be with you who appear
> unperturbed, nevertheless there is still a disturbing clamminess and an
> unwholesome reek, only fainter. Maybe it is significant that we always
> think of sunday as being the end of the week instead of the beginning
> which it is intended to signify --the stale end of the week. I know that
> this analogy makes little sense, but the feeling is ineffable and does not
> make much sense either.

Perhaps the reason some people find Sundays so disturbing is because they hate themselves and their lives and, when given a day where they don't have routines of busy work to pass the time and keep their minds occupied, they find themselves not liking what they they are thinking and feeling.

I love Sundays. It's a day I can do anything I want to, or nothing at all, and I take full advantage. And every Sunday evening I get take-out from a top restaurant and enjoy a feast in comfort.

 

[Codreanu]

> Perhaps the reason some people find Sundays so disturbing is because they
> hate themselves and their lives and, when given a day where they don't
> have routines of busy work to pass the time and keep their minds occupied,
> they find themselves not liking what they they are thinking and feeling.

> I love Sundays. It's a day I can do anything I want to, or nothing at all,
> and I take full advantage. And every Sunday evening I get take-out from a
> top restaurant and enjoy a feast in comfort.

I am glad that Sundays are good to you, Oaf. Permit me to observe that, for me anyway, there is nothing like chinese food to smear a little pale sunshine into the bleakest of days. There is something about the curious mingle of a weeks-worth-of-fat-grams-per-serving and the spicy seethe of endorphins that is immensely satisfying. There is a gaudy little joint near my side of town that serves a hunan beef that should be scheduled by the DEA (probably dog meat or something ) Sadly, between the proprietor's increasing bewilderment and his wife's schizophrenia, I give this establishment another year of operation --then I'm at a loss. Hmmm...maybe there is one positive to your espousal of unselective immigration...

 

[BackstageInaDress]

> Perhaps the reason some people find Sundays so disturbing is because they
> hate themselves and their lives and, when given a day where they don't
> have routines of busy work to pass the time and keep their minds occupied,
> they find themselves not liking what they they are thinking and feeling.

> I love Sundays. It's a day I can do anything I want to, or nothing at all,
> and I take full advantage. And every Sunday evening I get take-out from a
> top restaurant and enjoy a feast in comfort.

That is very likely. However I was looking for another answer as to my personal reason. I have had depression before and although the doctor thought the answer was in a box of pills, funnily enough it wasn't. I had to work out on my won that it was because my life was..... shit! So I moved away to a city I liked, ended a bad relationship I has been stuck in for 3 years, took up something I loved and made new friends. Now I am happier than I have ever been. Yet still, alone in my "cell" on a sunday, a sinking feeling haunts me and I am desperate for company and comfort. Monday moring however- feelings gone. Completely. Weird.